For something different, The Asylum celebrated Persian AKA Iranian New Year tonight. The lamb chops were fine, the wine was flowing, the entertainment was colorful, the company at my table was excellent.
My day was fine. Barre class didn’t happen. Zoom yoga drove home the hard truth that at my age I should hit the mat frequently. I was able to log into the hospital system. And, of course, my stuff got to the CPA just fine. So, at this instant, life is good.